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goodbye
this time it's right. too late to tell me that you are fine. first time i lied - how come you made me? i don't want to fight. but why don't you fight, cry, sigh, lie? please go all the way! come on and fight, cry, sigh, lie! make me glad to say... not one more time... i don't want to take this. the mean, the veiled, the angry times. this time it's right. too late to tell me that things have changed, that you are fine. goodbye. 
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